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Click hereThere's a lot of ways
I maybe ought to feel:
philosophically detached
grateful for recent good luck
focused on coming opportunities
regretful of past openings missed,
and it's not that I don't at all
but what I really feel is pissed
I grew up learning about democracy,
industry, charity, and civic responsibility,
only to learn that American "patriotism"
is a sort of sordid joke,
and "the land of the free"
either never was or is history
I did my best in university,
swallowing my pride
by memorizing mindless formulas
and jumping through hoops just because
I was told to do;
Well, I got my university ring
and I'm not saying I learned nothing,
but I don't really tell kids to
I've been thrown in a cage
cussed out by McCarthy style guards
and fed the kind of grub tossed to a slave;
And 1 in 6 humans brought here as such
even today behind oppressive bars lay
I've gotten so anxious
I could barely talk;
all I really wanted
was a job at a bookshop
a sandwich joint, or a coffee-house;
Well, nobody did shit
till I done blew my top
then they put me in a psych ward
with one half-time counselor
and loaded me with brain-killers
(yeah, that's a cure)
till I felt maybe worse
than I ever did before
It'd be a lot easier for a dude to move on
if I thought all those worries were gone
but there's more woes and scams ahead:
the way that I'm going that goes unsaid,
see, I don't really know how to explain
but I've come to believe that there's opportunity
for American bards to sing fiery truths,
to fire up 401k ex-hippies and soul-sick youths,
that progress is moving at a decent pace
and there's plenty of hope for the human race
These are my plans:
I take great pleasure in them,
and I know I've been richly blessed
and at times have been a profligate rake;
Actually, I feel pretty damn okay
which is why one of my
more prominent notions I'll say:
!!!I'm god-fucking pissed!!!
I see this more as an essay than a poem; I'd be hard pressed to critique it as the latter. But as a piece of writing it's damn fine, and absolutely worthwhile. You have a distinct voice, and a real skill. Keep up the good work.
I like your attitude.<br>
I like the fact that you are writing poetry on this topic.<br>
I hope you don't stop writing poetry on this topic.<br><br>
It needs a lot of work though, but it is a lot easier to develop an understanding of the forces that you unleash with technique in poetry than it is to understand the forces that create the dynamics of our society. We need to come to grips with the nature of our society but our understanding is marred by the persuasion industry (PI). The role of the political poet (or the social poet) is to draw back the minds of her readers from the clutches of the PI and repair the damage to critical thinking that our failed education system has neglected to deal with in it's no-one-left-behind fiasco.<br><br>
It is worth attending to the effectiveness of your poetic technique in order to convey more effectively these things that are in such urgent need of saying. <br><br>
What the world needs now . . . is . . . :<br>
Useans pissed of with the lies they have been fed for over a century.
Don't stop writing if you really are pissed off.